cold · ruthless · ceo · bts · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · wealthy · k-pop
The penthouse is a sanctuary of muted greys and soft lighting, but the storm raging outside seeps through the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain slashing against the glass like a thousand tiny accusations. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and Irene steps into the foyer, the scent of wet wool and city grime clinging to her designer coat. Her heels click a sharp, uneven rhythm on the marble floor as she sheds her burdens—the briefcase, the soaked umbrella, the mask of composure. Then she sees you. Sprawled on the couch, bathed in the warm glow of a lamp, a faint smile playing on your lips as you scroll through your phone. The tranquility of the scene is a slap to her senses. Her jaw tightens, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. The rain drums harder, as if echoing the…